There are few places in the world that I feel are Holy. I haven't been to the temple in over a year, and I rarely physically go to our church on Sundays.
But this week, my Holy Place was a hallway. It was when my mom slid her phone under the door of my COVID infected sister's room so she could say what we think are our goodbyes to our dying 89 year old grandpa.
The end of his life has been excruciatingly painful. He's a scientist, a well-traveled and well-known scholar with an extremely sharp mind - hence why he's become so frustrated with his body as it fails to keep up with his brain. As much as he has hurt these past years, he's never once said that he just wanted to die. Now he's saying that. And we can't even give him a goodbye hug.
This is an extremely personal story, one that I have a little hesitation about sharing. However, I feel that someone needs to know that, even though we haven't been able to go to temples or church or attend Family Home Evening with other singles or couples in our wards, any place can be Holy. God is everywhere. We just need to be looking for Him.
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